Conversations Shall we talk of pain That devours the weak And strong Shall we speak of the World And everything that’s wrong? Or shall we talk of wonder Fragrance of fresh oranges The racing of the heart When something demands to be written The curiosity When we notice A singing soul In the corner of a room buzzing with harmonies. Shall we talk of the sea, That you and I fathom with the same eyes The gold on the sand That poets see Or the sun and the moon That Greet us at different times Shall we talk of love That pained us when it made us Or shall we talk of the songs That sung us to sleep When nights drove us insane Shall we talk of home? The one that has stairs That go up and down That let go And invite If you were in the middle Which way would you choose? Shall we ask this?